But how would a stud horse make someone …. oh. My.

(From "Blue Bolt" number 6, 1940.)

8 Responses to But how would a stud horse make someone …. oh. My.

  1. As long as he doesn’t make him squeal like a pig

  2. This reminds me of a clip from World’s Dumbest.

    And for the first time, Cloud did not say neigh, neigh! He said yeigh, yeigh!

    There’s an arrow sticking out of Cloud’s saddle. These people must have saved a lot of money by dressing this guy in all white and making his horse, the horses saddle, harness and blanket all white as well.

  3. Frankie:
    These people must have saved a lot of money by dressing this guy in all white and making his horse, the horses saddle, harness and blanket all white as well.

    They may have saved a bit on the initial dye costs, but going forward, the bleach is going to cost them a fortune. People expecting to strike it rich thought the streets of the old West were paved with gold, but it turned out they were mostly paved with mud and shit, like the majority of streets in that era.

  4. My favorite part of the Super Horse is his origin. He was raised in a valley where gravity was very strong. Thus, he’s super, QED.

  5. How did Blue Bolt become about the Hamilton Slade version of Ghost Rider?

    Okay, I know it really isn’t. Give me some credit.

  6. X-stacy: They may have saved a bit on the initial dye costs, but going forward, the bleach is going to cost them a fortune.People expecting to strike it rich thought the streets of the old West were paved with gold, but it turned out they were mostly paved with mud and shit, like the majority of streets in that era.

    I could be wrong, but I think he meant the comic book publishers – no need to waste any ink on this guy’s stuff.

  7. William Peterson

    I suppose that that Indian will know better than to pray for “Deliverance”… {Ducks and runs for cover} 😉

  8. EnderX: I could be wrong, but I think he meant the comic book publishers – no need to waste any ink on this guy’s stuff.

    Of course he did. But where’s the fun in that?